From the moment they descended the mountain, the ill-intentioned gaze never ceased to wander over them.

They couldn't confirm the child's identity, and they were confused by Hatsuizumi's disguise, and they kept walking around without even seeing their faces, but Hatsuizumi didn't want them to find more people, otherwise how would she have blended into the priest's ranks.

It wasn't very difficult to track down the inn, Hatsuizumi hadn't used disguise before, and her appearance was particularly impressive, although Hatsuizumi confused which room they were in, so it wasn't good for them to continue tracking, and it just so happened that Hatsuizumi also wanted to see where these trackers were.

The trackers weren't too far away, on the roof of the hotel.

Those people obviously didn't expect the object of their tracking to suddenly appear in front of them, the appearance of the woman in the gray robe was blurred, the moonlight silver sword on her back reflected the cold light, and when she saw the smile on the corner of the woman's mouth, she couldn't help but take two steps back in shock.

There were not a few people they had killed, and for some reason they had a little fear of this woman who was not very tall, and this thought was quickly drowned out by the sharp sword blade on the opposite side.

This fight didn't make much sound, and all the attacks of the four people on the opposite side were all dodged by her, Chu Quan felt that these people's swordsmanship was just good, but for Chu Quan, who had a hanging bonus, these swordsmanship was really not enough, unless they could have a high degree of tacit understanding, otherwise the gap was too big for Chu Quan.

Chuquan didn't kill him, so breaking his arms shouldn't be considered a killer, right...... At least they still have the strength to support each other to go back and report the news, and killing these people in one go will only attract more troops, and she wants deterrence.

What's more, she had to ask who sent these people. Of course, these people were very stubborn and refused to say anything at first, but Chuquan just leaned down and poked them, and they said everything.

That kind of pain is not coming from **, but the feeling that every inch of nerve is in pain, and the tracker obviously has no wounds on his body, but it seems to have experienced the feeling of Ling Chi.

"Holy See ......?"

Things are getting more and more interesting, Hatsuizumi thought indifferently.

When she turned and climbed off the roof, the men were still looking at her with fear, as if they saw some real demon.

This is also the effect that Hatsuzumi wants, the more frightened the other party, the bigger Hatsuizumi's chips will be.

However, Hatsuizumi didn't seem to expect to be treated like a demon.

Compared to Arena's forcibly installed "witch" title, Hatsuizumi seems to have really confirmed this title.

She sat on the edge of the window, slowly wiping away the blood from her sword.

As for how these people will leave, that is not something she has to care about, and no one dares to care about these spies of the Holy See anyway.

In the face of theocracy, the age when the royal power still had to bow its head, and the era when excommunication could take a person's life at will, these people can be said to be the group that really walked sideways.

Southwark didn't know when he woke up, and watched in silence as he watched Hatsuizumi's gesture of wiping.

"Sister Arena...... "Hatsuizumi still uses the name Arena, after all, the name Hatsuizumi does not quite conform to the naming norms of this era, and it is difficult to pronounce.

"What's wrong?" Hatsuzumi said without raising his head.

"You just went to ......"

"Got out of the way of a couple of people."

"Yes...... Teach me? ”

"You want to learn?" Hatsuizumi finally raised his head, "It's not easy. "How is she going to teach this kind of thing.

"I can do anything! I want to protect myself...... "Southwark is a beautiful boy with thick brown curls, and if she wasn't pretty, she probably wouldn't have been able to pretend to be a girl for so long."

His emerald green clear eyes were looking straight at Hatsuizumi, and to be honest, such eyes always made Hatsuzumi think of the end light, so she couldn't help but agree to him.

Think of it as finding something to do in your free time, because you don't have much time to spend together anyway. Hatsuizumi thought comfortingly, completely ignoring his own heart that had been getting softer and softer recently.

"My ugly words are ahead, sword practice is very hard, and I won't stop crying when the time comes."

Hatsuizumi still remembers that in order to allow her to use all weapons with her own hellish training, the wound was quickly healed by a special nutrient solution, and the next day she was training again, and her skin and flesh grew rapidly, and that feeling could not be used simply by pain. It can't be described as just tingling.

"I'm not going to cry." Southwark clenched his fists, as if to show his determination.

"Then first thing, hurry up and go to bed," Hatsuizumi touched his head, "I'm going to start practicing early tomorrow morning." ”

Fortunately, the children's spirits are always very good, and even if the genius Meng pulled Southwark out of the bed, he quickly came to his senses.

Chu Quan threw him a small wooden sword and said in a stern tone, "Follow me to swing the sword." ”

Southwark learned quickly, and when he was finally able to swing his sword in a standard posture, Hatsuizumi continued:

"Swing your sword fifty times."

……

Hatsuizumi was a rather strict teacher, and although this initial practice was not long, it was enough to exhaust Suswark, and besides, he didn't have the Authority's treatment facilities to allow him to recover quickly, so Hatsuizumi almost dragged Suswark to breakfast.

As for the amount of practice, Hatsuizumi was strictly calculated, just enough to be acceptable to a seven or eight-year-old child, but enough to make him lose a layer of skin.

Suswark seemed to be on the verge of crying, but he didn't say anything, just silently ate the bread on his plate and finished the soup.

After eating, Hatsuizumi was about to go to the Reverend Benjamin, and although she wanted to keep Southwark in the inn, she was really uneasy, so she took him with her.

Benjamin was a middle-aged man in his forties, but he looked like he was over fifty, his wine-torn body looking vain and his eyes dark.

After he explained his intentions, he wandered around Hatsuizumi's face with a greasy and unpleasant gaze, and Hatsuizumi only showed an innocent smile, which soon made two more people in the priest's ranks.

The face still works quite well, in this particular situation.

As if trying to express his "kindness", he tries to take Hatsuizumi's hand, only to find that this intention is ruthlessly broken after the little nun is holding Hatsuizumi's hand tightly.

But this little girl is also a beautiful embryo, and he licks his lips that are a little thirsty, and begins to look forward to this pilgrimage to the holy city.

Completely ignoring the cold gaze in the eyes of the little nun for a child.

…… As a result, the little girl became a little boy when she set off.

There is also a custom of raising boys as girls. Hatsuizumi said innocently.

The priest could only grit his teeth and swallow the bowl of bitter water.

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Eight dollars an hour in the Internet café, I was actually in the code word ...... Why go to an Internet café with your high school classmates, and watch them go dark.

Dry.